Mark O'Hare, cartoonist


Before me, tables of persons, cups
of coffee, smiles,
conversation and possibility. 
Through the broad windows
a sunbaked scene - summer's last
stand, the trees have
already given into the inevitable.
 The sky a dead blue.
An artificial life fed by
pretentious cuisine flourishes
here as mushrooms in the
manure-filled darkness of some
basement.

Something draws us here. Something demands attention - is it simply ourselves? Or is there more here - is there something real? Outside it is no different - the city walls scrawled with my discontent. My only reality is dissatisfaction and unending restlessness.

When I allow the intoxication of interaction, I even in my stupor am aware of the impending sickness. It amazes to see others stumbling always - can they face the starkness that is the seasons unmasked?

Suppose then that I am bitter and empty from my inadequacies and unwillingness to deal with others and subjective wonderment. You may if you wish. I cannot

Mark has since gone on to work on some popular things

Medium format AGFA 50, printed B&W